Chapter ThreeDeryl Lee Kilmarnoch was a traveling man. He was born in Nashville and fell in love with the music scene along the downtown area. He was even more intrigued by the wild and wooly bikers who cruised along Broadway on weekends, their tattoos proudly proclaiming they were 'Born to Raise Hell.' He was a charismatic type, big for his age, a friendly auburn-haired, green-eyed kid with the gift of blarney. He built his first dirt bike when he was a teenager, and became the mascot of the Iron Claw Motorcycle Club until they helped him get his own Harley-Davidson. From that day on he became a biker and never looked back.
He and his cousin Jon Stevens were the mavericks of the family, and everyone thought it was an act of God that resulted in both men being sent to Grenada as part of t
